Center Mass (Code 11-KPD SWAT 1)

I was wet and swollen, and the expression on his face had me rearing to go again. No recovery time needed.

His eyes studied my face, my body spread out on the hood of a car.

I briefly noticed it was a deep, midnight purple that was buffed to perfection.

Then all thoughts of the car I was currently occupying the hood of died when he reached for his back pocket and withdrew a wallet.

His fingers searched inside the depths, coming out with a foil square that he held between his teeth as he unzipped his pants and maneuvered his thick length out of the opening.

My mind blanked as I caught sight of the beauty.

Large and thick, I briefly wondered if it’d hurt going into me, but just as quickly dismissed it. I didn’t care if it hurt. In fact, I kind of wanted it to hurt.

He smiled and ripped the foil packet open with his teeth, removing the condom and pinching the tip before working the latex down over his stiff dick.

My eyes were drawn to his balls that hung between his legs as he gave his condom-clad cock a few short tugs. With each movement, his balls swung, and my mouth watered.

Then his expression, one of hunger, changed. Going quickly to need as he took a hold of my hips and rolled me until I was on my stomach.

My hands went to the gap between the windshield and the hood, clasping on tightly as he positioned me down lower on the car before lining his hard cock up with my weeping core.

With one swift movement, he buried himself balls deep inside of me.

The accessories lining his utility belt dug into my ass, but I was beyond caring as the feeling of being filled beyond capacity overwhelmed me.

“Jesus, you’re fuckin’ tight,” he groaned, pulling his cock out and sinking back inside me.

The only thing I could manage was a grunt of admission as his hips slammed into mine.

Not happy with the angle, he moved me until my feet were planted firmly on the ground.

My hands just barely reached their previous holds, but I didn’t care.

With each thrust of his cock, his balls swung, hitting my clit deliciously.

My hips were pressed into the side of his car, and I vaguely remembered thinking about leaving body imprints against the paint.

My forehead fell forward as his hands landed on my hips for traction.

Then he switched up his movements. Going from harsh, fast movements to a slow, circular movement that had him hitting some forbidden place inside of me.

One of his hands moved from my hip, up my back, until it tangled into my hair.

Removing the hair tie that was keeping it up, and letting the large mass of tangles fall free. Which he promptly buried his gigantic hand into and pulled.

My head arched from the hood as he placed pressure on my hair, pulling me back until I was standing plastered against his body.

The car holding my hips steady as he ground his cock inside of me.

“Feel good?” He asked, withdrawing slightly before pressing back inside.

I whimpered as I hissed out, “Yes.”

His lips descended on my exposed throat, sucking my skin in between his lips slightly, and suckling as he pulled free of my body.

Then I was moving again, on my back as his mouth descended between my legs.

I grasped his hair, pulling back as I simultaneously thrust my hips forward, grinding my clit into his face.

He chuckled at my movements as I cried out in surprise as two fingers abruptly slammed inside me, surprising me with the sudden fullness.

“Oh, Luke,” I moaned, heels going into the hood of the car as I canted my hips, moving them as best as I could to reach the plateau that I could feel just barely beyond my reach.

He chuckled against my clit, then curled his fingers into my pussy, making my eyes squeeze tightly shut as he massaged my g-spot.

He slurped loudly, sucking my clit between his teeth before biting down gently.

I screamed, coming hard as he worked me. My own hands found my breasts, squeezing and massaging as my orgasm tore through me.

He worked me throughout my release. Only stopping when I started to pull away from the touch.

Then, like a madman, he pulled up quickly, yanked me down until my ass was once again on the edge of the hood, and slammed inside of me.

He thrust forward hard and rough.

His balls slapped against me with each thrust of his hips, and I gasped in renewed desire as his thrusting had me on a collision course with another orgasm.

His thumb found my clit as his eyes focused on mine.

He watched the emotions pour through me as he worked my clit with his callused fingers, flicking it expertly with the side of his thumb.

Then he leaned forward

“Let me have your breast,” he ordered.

I cupped one breast in my hand and pointed the nipple straight at his mouth, which he immediately sucked in, feeding ravenously.

“Oh God,” I said as I passed the point of no return.

Once again, for the third time in less than twenty minutes, I was coming.

This time though, he went with me.

As my pussy contracted around his cock, I could feel him jerk inside of me, shooting his come into the tip of the condom.

I cried out loudly, losing the ability to hold my breast up for him as I buried my hands into his hair.

After a few long moments, my orgasm subsided, and my limbs fell limply to the car.

We both panted as he lifted up, staring into my eyes for long moments before he grinned.

“That was a lifelong fantasy you just fulfilled,” he admitted slyly.

I blinked. “What?”

He lifted up fully and withdrew from my sheath, the feeling of emptiness leaving me momentarily stunned.

“Having you on my car.” He indicated the car I was on with the tilt of my head. “As soon as I saw your ride at the bakery, I knew this was going to happen. I even polished it up for you so I could see your body imprint on the hood. The actual act was way more than I ever thought it’d be. These memories are going to be fuckin’ awesome.”